It\'s over, and it was good

Disclaimer:

I solemly swear that I do not own Harry Potter. I am simply the puppeteer and they are my puppets. Harry Potter and characters all belong to J.K. Rowling.

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The Hogwarts express stood gleaming at it\'s station on platform 9 and 3/4. Draco Malfoy stood leaning against a pillar, looking extremely bored with everything going on around him. The summer had served him well despite to repercussions of the war. His father was dead. The Dark Lord had insisted he be there when he went up against Potter. A stupid mistake on Voldemort\'s part. Lucius had been killed in the aftermath by the Aurors. Draco was left as the master of Malfot Manner and his mother was in a constant state of depression.

He had spent most of his summer avoiding his mother and reflecting on his life. He had changed his looks slightly. He now wore his hair in short spikes. It had been highlighted in spots so it looked even more white/blond than ever. In his right earlobe there was a tiny diamond stud. He wore a pair of tight jeans and a dark blue shirt that accented his creamy white skin.

With an audible sigh he pushed off of the pillar and boarded the train. He went off in search of the few Slytherin 7th years he knew would be returning. Pansy\'s whole family had made it through the war. Blaise\'s had not been so lucky. Both his parents had died, but Blaise had returned to Hogwarts to finish school. Crabbe and Goyle had stupidly joined the death eaters and had paid their dues. Neither would be returning.

Draco pushed his way down the corridor, pushing a few first years out of the way. About halfway down the train he caught sight of a mess of raven hair as a compartment door opened.

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\"How was your summer, Harry?\" Neville asked. He was sitting in the seat across from Harry with his arm around Luna. He and Luna had gotten together at the end of last year and Neville was beyond happy.

Harry looked at Neville from his position on the seat. He had his legs propped up on the seat diagonal to himself, next to Neville. The summer had also wrought a change in Harry\'s physique. His hair was still incredibly messy, but now it looked as though it was meant to be that way. On Hermione\'s bidding he\'d finally allowed his vision to be magically fixed. His emerald green eyes shown more brightly than ever. He had also taken her advice and bought clothes that actually fitted and showed off his assets. He had developed a very nice six pack from the endless hours of training to defeat Voldemort. He also sported a very nice tan, due to the fact that he\'d spent most of his summer outdoors, avoiding the Dursleys.

\"It was okay.\" Harry had spent the summer coming to terms with the deaths that had incurred in the war. To his relief, all the Gryffindor 7th year boys would be returning to school. The girls were less fortunate. Lavender Brown had been killed and Parvati Patil\'s parents had not allowed her to return. So Hermione would be alone in the dorm that year.

Neville studied Harry then seemed to decide he was okay.

\"We\'re going to find Ginny, do you want to come?\" Neville asked, standing up.

\"No, Ron and Hermione will be here soon, so I\'m just gonna wait.\"

\"Okay, see you at the feast.\" Neville and Luna left the compartment and the door slid shut.

As they walked by Draco, he smirked at the two of them.

\"Hey, Loony, where\'d you get your oufit, a muggle store?\" He chuckled evilly. Neville made to turn around, but Luna caught his arm.

\"Actually, it was specially made from the Winged Snorkel Krick.\" She smiled happily and skipped off down the corridor, her radish earrings swinging.

Malfoy made a disgusted face and turned away to Harry\'s compartment. He opened the door quietly and slid inside. Harry had changed positions and was now lying down across three seats. His hands were behind his head and his eyes were closed. Malfoy paused to take in the sight. There was no denying that Harry was gorgeous. His shirt was lifted slightly so that a sliver of his tanned stomach showed. Malfoy licked his lips unconsciously. Draco was gay, but few people knew. Although his little trist with Blaise last year might have been leaked to a few willing ears. Harry heard his movement and opened his eyes.

\"What do you want?\" He asked in a sneering voice.

\"Now, now, Potter, do you really want to start out the school year with a tone like that?\" Malfoy smirked and moved further into the compartment. Harry sat up and watched him cautiously. He looked him over, taking in his expresion as well as his new physical appearance.

\"Fine, did you want something?\" He asked in a voice of forced politeness.

\"Well, Potter, Last summer, I got to thinking,\" He began.

\"Thinking?\" Harry interrupted. \"That\'s a new one.\" He smirked evilly and Draco was taken aback. No one smirks at a Malfoy, least of all Potter. Malfoy was also horrified to find that the smirk made Harry even hotter, if that was possible.

\"Yes, thinking, Potter, it\'s what smart people do, you should try it sometime.\" Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Malfoy cut him off before he could form words. \"Anyway, I was thinking that, the war is over...and maybe we should try...to...\" Malfoy looked as though this caused him great pain and he was searching for the right words. \"...get along.\"

Harry stared at him in disbelief. Draco Malfoy, offering to be nice. Hadn\'t this happened before? Oh yeah, first year. But the circumstances had been different then. He considered Draco for a moment. His silver eyes were shining, but for once there was no malice in them. Perhaps this was really genuine.

\"Okay,\" said Harry slowly. \"We could...try...to get along.\"

\"Good,\" said Malfoy and he stepped forward and extended a hand.

Draco was forcefully reminded of their first meeting on the train. Then he had been rejected by the Golden Boy and his Dream Team. He had spent the next 6 years hating him, mostly on his fathers bidding, but not Lucius was dead and nothing was holding him back except his own pride. He\'d always secretly admired Harry, and since figuring out he was gay had spent lots of time secretly watching him.

Harry was also reminded of that fateful day 6 years prior \'Will this time be different?\' He thought. \' Yes, it will.\' He grasped Malfoys hand and gave him a small smile. Harry felt a tiny electric current pass through his hand.

\"You do realize this means you\'ll have to be nice to Ron and Hermione as well.\" Draco jerked his hand back, looking appalled.

\"Friends with the Weasel and Granger?\" He shuddered in disgust at the thought. He supposed Granger wouldn\'t be too bad, after all he secretly admired her as well for her intelligence, but the Weasel? He was about the stupidest, most dense creature he\'d ever met. Draco\'s eyes met Harry\'s for a fraction of a second and it told him that if he wanted to do this, he\'d have to accept them.

Malfoy was desparate to be rid of his past and repair the damage done to the family name. What he\'d once liked about having the name Malfoy he now despised. The only way to do all this was to form a friendship with The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again-And-Again-And-Again-And-Again. He scowled at Harry but grudgingly agreed.

\"Whatever,\" he sneered. \"But if they insult me, they\'re dead.\" His cold grey eyes swept Harry\'s face once more before he left the compartment.

Harry smiled to himself. This year was definitely going to be interesting.


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A/N: Hello! My first HP/DM fic. I LOVE reviews, so please please review! Let me know what you think. I love suggestions! :)